At the beginning of the summer I set myself a goal to re-read some of my writing textbooks in order to help me rehash some basic writing tools. Kind of a refresher course for creating. Where to put dialogue tags, common punctuation concerns, even plotting points for setting and theme. The summer is almost gone – bummer! – and so is, I realized today, my time for doing this. I got so involved and wrapped up in preparing for the RWA conference, editing my WIP, and starting a new book, not to mention my normal non-writing life, that the time I had set aside to devote to studying has gone the way of the dinosaur. Next weekend it will be Labor day. LABOR DAY! Where, oh where, did the summer go?
When I was a kid I remember vividly that summers were way too short. It seemed school just let out and already I was being hauled to the nearest department store to shop for supplies for the new semester. Back then I had no responsibilities other than relaxing and reading my required summer list for the next grade’s teacher. Days would meld into days. And before I knew it, the Jerry Lewis Labor Day telethon rolled around and school started the day after.
Now that I am older and have a lot of responsibilities to tear me away from doing the extra things I want to do, the summer just seems to have flown in front of me, flapping it’s wings and mocking me for my unattained goals as it passes by. I have read only half of one book of the four I chose as my refresher. That is, to put it bluntly, pathetic. If I was an actual student and needed to finish those books as required course work reading, I would be failing out of school right now.
I’m trying not to beat myself up too much about this. After all, I am a grownup, school let out a loooooooong time ago for me, and I really don’t have to answer to anyone but myself when it comes to being reprimanded for not doing a task.
What’s the next holiday after Labor Day? Veteran’s Day? Halloween? Thanksgiving? I think I need a new goal time line.